I don't remember anything about how I got
there, but I remember sitting in a small single engine propeller plane (like a
sky diving plane), I remember earlier having received instructions on how to
form the "arch" during "free fall" but that's about it.
They had me in some kind of belt apparatus in a hanger of a sky diving school
showing me the position. Back in the plane the guy tells me to come over to
the door and to put my foot out on the wheel. I remember yelling at him
"I DON'T HAVE MY PARACHUTE!" He then yells in my ear "STAY HERE
I'LL GO GET IT." I am standing at the open door with both of my hands
firmly grasping the sides of the plane, I look back to see what the man is
doing. He is up by the pilot on the radio.

He starts to walk back to me and he grabs a parachute from beneath a bungi
spider web that is sticking to the side of the plane. The parachute is two big
squares attached to each other by two seat belt like straps and then there are
many other straps, clips and hooks coming off the two straps as well as the
two squares. I see him coming toward me and he goes to say something in my
ear. I lean back to listen. He says to me "LET GO OF THE PLANE, WE HAVE
TO PUT YOUR PARACHUTE ON." The second I let go of the plane he pushes me
out. I am all disoriented for a few seconds but then get my self into the
"arch". I remember I had no fear as I was falling, I was not afraid.
I remember focusing on the ground, focusing, focusing, focusing, and got
prepared for the impact both mentally and physically. As the ground came
closer I envisioned my legs as "steel springs", and got my body
ready. Knees bent, tighten the butt and thighs, always, always, always keep
the knees slightly bent. It was like a feeling of doing a reverse squat if you
will, the only difference being that instead of having the weight already on
your shoulders and then exploding upwards, you are simple mentally prepared as
the weight becomes your own body weight multiplied times the acceleration rate
you are traveling. I remember hitting the ground with such force I cannot
really explain the feeling, it was just like "BA-BOOM". I hit so
hard that afterwords they told me that I must have "bounced" at
least 50 feet in the air. This makes sense because I had no fear during the
whole thing but I became scared the second after I hit the ground when I saw
how high I was still in the air. I simply had never "bounced" that
high before. Then I hit and "bounced" for the second time (I had
bounced so high the first time that I could not do my shoulder roll for the
landing, I had to "bounce" again and then do the shoulder roll) and
on the second "bounce" I was disoriented because I never had
"bounced" twice before and I twisted my knee on the landing. I
remember it was day time it was cold and I had landed in a field. I was lost
in the tall grass. I said to my self "GET UP! GET UP YOU SON OF A
BITCH." And I managed to stand up and I saw men running towards me, I
tried to walk but I collapsed right there. They come over to me and Mr. Green
starts yelling at me "STAND UP! GET UP! I SAID STAND UP!" I yell
back at him "I'M TRYING" and as hard as I tried I could not get my
legs under me. Some of the men pulled me to my feet and tried to help me walk,
but the whole experience had left me totally exhausted. I mean I felt like I
was drained of every ounce of strength that I could possible gather together.
I begged them telling them "I'm all right, just please let me rest for a
minute."

Finally they laid me down in the field and I passed out. I don't know how long
I was out for but they had to wake me up because it was getting to be dusk. I
could walk now but only with help, they put me in the back seat and I fell
right to sleep. I woke up in front of the dorm again and they helped me to my
room and then put me to bed. I don't remember how long I was asleep for but it
was for a long while.

The Funding Then came a night I will not soon forget. It was the same
situation as when they threw me out of the plane. Only this time it was dusk.
I remember a man throwing me out of the plane. I am falling, I don't know
where I am, I can't see the ground. Everything goes black. I flash into
"my room" in my mind I am hurt very badly. My legs are not working,
I cannot make it into the pool. It is hard to breath. Some how I manage to
pull my self into the pool. I am hurt very badly. I reach for the "super
top secret green formula" which is duck tapped to the poster board. If I
break it the healing pool will become one hundred million times more powerful
then it already is. I grab it with almost my last breath and break it open.
The pool instantly turns from yellow to green and starts to bubble violently.
Heal, heal, heal, I tell myself. Everything goes black. I see my body, I am
floating upwards above it. My eyes and mouth are open and expressionless. My
back is twisted like a question mark. "NOOOOO" I scream. Everything
is black again. I hear voices, they are saying "I SAW HIM MOVE" then
another voice says "Don't be ridiculous he is as dead as they come."
Then the first voice again "I'M TELLING YOU I SAW HIM MOVE." All is
quiet and black for a long while.

I open my eyes, every thing is black, but not quite as black as before. Some
light is coming from the sides. Something is on top of me, and it is very
cold. With my left arm I try and move this thing that is on top of me. I grab
it, it is made of plastic. I remember the texture of the plastic as it has
become semi-ridged from the cold temperature. It is a thin plastic yet it was
not fragile. It was made of a dark plastic. They had laid some kind of body
bag on top of me, to cover me. I push it aside with ease. I cannot move but I
am looking up toward the sky. I remember it was a crystal clear night and the
stars looked magnificent. Then I tried to move, I managed to roll over on to
my left side. Then I put my right hand on the ground and tried to push my self
up. AT THAT MOMENT I HEARD AND FELT EVERY BONE IN MY BACK AND BODY CRACK AND
POP LIKE A CHIROPPRACTOR HAD JUST DONE A "TOTAL" BODY ADJUSTMENT ALL
IN ONE SHOT. After the cracking and popping had stopped I paused for a moment
in the position that I was in. That moment seemed to last forever, and it felt
like a "cross roads" in my life. I remember thinking "GET UP!
JUST GET UP YOU PIECE OF SHIT!. STAND UP!" and I stood up. I was all
right, I was somehow all right, I have no idea how or why but I was all right.

I looked around, it was night.

I was in the middle of a field, just like the one I had jumped into before
during the day. I am standing but my vision is very hazy. It is very difficult
to make out objects. All to my right and up a slight incline is a group of
men. All I can see is their shadows as they are standing in a circle and there
is a lantern in the middle of them. I would estimate 10 to 15 men in all. I
start walking towards the group. In the dark I pass two men walking away from
the group. As I pass them I casually say "What's up" and they
acknowledge me with a similar response. When I get to the group I stand about
a foot and a half behind and in between two men. Like a curious kid I am
sticking my head in trying to listen in. I see Adolph getting his ass chewed
out by another man who I had never seen before. This guy was dressed
implacably in a good suit and overcoat.

He is screaming at the man with Adolph "YOU CALL THIS A DEMONSTRATION!
YOU DRAG ME OUT HERE TO WATCH YOU COMMIT MURDER ON A COLLEGE KID!. ARE YOU OUT
OF YOUR F*CKING MIND?" and he was going on and on. Just at that point the
man directly to my left looks at me. His face turns as white as a ghost. His
mouth is open with a cigarette stuck to his lip. I am looking at him and I ask
"Whatís going on?" He in turn hits the man to his left. The man to
his left is ignoring him, so he hits him again. Finally he gets his attention
and he turns to the man who is hitting him and says "WHAT" and the
first man points to me. The second man sees me and his face turns as white as
a ghost. The second man then yells to Adolph, and he repeats himself until he
gets his attention. The second man then points to me. Adolph then turns as
white as a ghost. By now every one is looking at me and all conversation has
stopped. Everyone is looking at me so I turn around to see what they are
looking at, but all I can see is darkness. So I turn around and say "What
the f*ck is every body looking at?" The Adolph comes over to me and grabs
the lantern on his way over. He spins me around to examine my back. He sees
that I am all right and he asks me "What happened" and I say with
all sincerity "I'LL TELL YOU WHAT HAPPENED! SOME ASS-HOLE JUST PUSHED ME
OUT OF A F*CKING PLANE." My tone then sobers and I say "I couldn't
see the ground, and I wrecked, I almost didn't make it. At that point the two
men who I had passed in the dark come back to the circle and start yelling
"ALL RIGHT WHO HAS BEEN F*CKING AROUND WITH THE BODY." They then see
me and their mouths drop wide open. Adolph tells me he wants to introduce me
to someone. He brings me over to the well dressed man and like a proud father
introduces me. The man was either a senator or a congressmen, I can't be for
certain but I'm about 90% sure he was a Senator. I was introduced but I cannot
remember his name. It's like on the tip of my tongue, but for the life of me I
just can't remember his name. Anyway, he turns to Adolph and asks "Was
this all part of the demonstration?" and Adolph shakes his head no. The
Senator then said "If I didnít see it with my own eyes I wouldn't have
believed it. NO F*CKING WAY!!!! JESUS CHRIST that was f*cking unbelievable!!!!
I step in and interject and say "I know it's not my place but do you
think we could get some of that night vision shit? I couldn't see the ground
and it almost killed me!" and a chorus of nervous laughter erupts. The
well dressed man puts his arm on my shoulder and says "Anything you need
from me you f*cking got it." My guess is what just happened was they just
got unlimited funding. An open check book, this is when things dramatically
changed.

As we were packing up to leave, one of the men asks me "Rhino, what do
you want? you name it and you got it." I say "OK.. I want an ice
cream." He nervously starts to laugh "you want an ice cream?"
he asks. "Yes, I want an ice cream", and he says "you f*cking
got it". We get in the car and drive back to town, I know it was late
because all the stores were closed. But by god he was going to get me my ice
cream. He ends up by-passing the alarm and breaking into a "Baskin Robinís
31 flavors" ice cream store. And he says "what flavor do you
want". I said "chocolate". He got pissed off at this because he
could have gone to the local food store in stead of breaking in, but I said
"thank you" and ate my ice cream, they took me home, and I went to
bed.

The "Military" lab Now at the big lab is when things were different.
This is when the military directly got involved and this is what happened.

First off, the big lab used to be a pretty barren place (it was a huge room
inside some kind of facility). With a few things in there (the squat rack
etc..). BUT NOW, there is all kinds of stuff, a huge water tank, this
electronic punching square, and ALL kinds of electronic shock equipment. It
was like a different place. It was full.

I'm standing there and I hear arguing going on. I see Mr. Green (the man in
the army uniform), he is arguing with the man with the white hair (Adolph, the
German Nazi). From what I could put together it was about who now had control
of this project. The Mr. Green is saying that this is a "Military matter
now" and Adolph is telling him to "GO F*CK HIMSELF", and that
they just cannot come in here and push him out. What ended up happening I
think was the Military "Officially" took over the project at that
point, but as it turns out they needed Adolph because he was the only one who
could control me as he was the one who had done the initial programming of me
(I remember him as far back as age 5 when I lived in Munich with my family).
He knew all of the trigger words, and how my mind was programmed. As a result
of this the Military named him as "the director" of the project. So,
he was involved and still had some power (or at least he thought he did).

Here is what happened, the Military brings in it's own group of lab doctors.
They were a pack of 5 or 6 men (all men) all wearing these baby blue lab
coats. The head instructor (it was a fair assumption to assume he was the head
instructor by his mannerisms and attitude towards all the others) instructs me
to "strip down to my underwear", I do not move. He yells it at me
again "do it, NOW", again I don't move. He becomes very pissed off
and starts ranting on and on about "what the f*ck is going on around here
..etc..etc.." Adolph comes over and tells me to "strip," and I
immediately do it. This really pisses of the head lab coat man, and at the
same time really pleases Adolph. As this not only keeps Adolph "in the
loop" but it makes him a very intricate part of the project (the man in
the blue lab coat tried several times to "undo" this part of my
programming and the man with the white hair found out about it and almost
killed him).

Anyway, this is what happened next. I remember stripping down to my underwear,
and then I spoke. This shocked everyone because I never spoke unless spoken
to. I said "I have to keep my pledge pin on me at all times, even in the
shower, I must have it on the towel". I was very upset about this. I was
pledging the fraternity Delta Kappa Epsilon and as a pledge you MUST ALWAYS
have your pledge pin on. It was a triangle pin and the three sides were
colored red, blue and gold. Again, the head man in the blue lab coat starts
yelling at the man with the white hair and black leather coat "what kind
of show are you running here, I thought you said he was thoroughly prepared
etc..etc..". Meanwhile one of the other lab guys picks up my cloths and
starts to walk away with them. He gets three or four steps away and like a
tiger I pounce on him. I grab him by his throat with my right hand and rip my
shirt away from him with my left.

All of a sudden 5 or 6 guys leap on the both of us and they pry his neck from
my hand. The man with the white hair immediately jumps in and tells me to
stand up and not to f*cking move. They start arguing again, all of a sudden
one of the men with the white haired man from the original group from the back
yells "HOLD IT" and he walks over, picks up my shirt, takes the pin
off of my shirt and pins it on the elastic band of my underwear. "NOW ARE
YOU HAPPY" he says to me. "NO" I say. Why he asks? "IT'S
NOT RIGHT" I say. "WHAT'S WRONG" he asks. I look down to the
pin on my hip, and I turn it so the gold side is flat on top.
"THERE" I say. "WHAT WAS THAT?" He asks. "IT ALWAYS
HAS TO BE SUNNY SIDE UP!" I answer. "Are you happy now" he
asks. "I'M VERY HAPPY NOW" I answer, as a chorus of laughter erupts
as I stood there and could not move.

They then had me perform some simple strength tests (squeezing things, the
squat rack etc). That was my first visit to the lab with the military doctors
there. I assumed all along that they were military "doctors" (and I
use the term "doctor" very loosely because a "Doctor" of
what these guys were I have no idea).

I could see out of the corner of my eye the conversations that were going on.
From the tones and mannerisms I could tell that the head lab instructor was
the man running the show, the expert in the field. Adolph turned out to be my
"coach" if you will. But it was very apparent that the man in green
was the authority in the room. He would sort of stand off to the side with
Adolph all the time. But when something went wrong or he wanted something
repeated, I could not see him, but I would hear his voice come from some where
in the room. And when he spoke everyone reacted.

What this does for me however, is we can now date this event. I was a pledge
in my fraternity, freshmen year from October of 1988 through February of 1989.
So these events must have happened somewhere in that time frame!

As a lab rat After that, when I entered the lab, the head man with the baby
blue lab coat was the one I hated, I mean I wanted to kill this guy. He was
about 5'-8" or 5'-9" with wavy brown hair, brown eyes, and thick
brown rimed glasses. He had a medium build and seemed only focused on
"the results". He didn't care how bad the pain was or if I died
right there on the spot. I believe he was a Nazi scientist who did their work
in the most basic and horrific concentration camp type fashion. All he cared
about was the data. This guy was the most inhumanly cruel son of a bitch that
I think ever walked the face of the earth. From the things that he did to me,
the experiments that followed, the impression that I got was that he was so
removed from any emotion or any pity within his work that he basically thought
of me as nothing more than, literally, a piece of shit. With no more regard
for my life then one would give to a lab rat.

"The Juice" Now with the new head man the experiments seemed to have
increased in their viciousness. Now it was back to the table where they would
strap me down and began giving me the shock treatments again. They would hook
me up with electrodes and give me "the juice". Giving me shock
through my genitals, through a needle in my ear. They were on, in, and all
over my body. The man in the blue lab coat instructed me to "to turn
off" all of my nerve endings at the main junction box in the blue room in
my mind. I remember looking at the ceiling and then this sort of tickling or
numbing sensation comes over me. As it continues to increase I start to
"switch". "Hold it back" I am saying to my self "hold
it back!" until finally I just cannot and begin to start screaming as I
am now violently shaking on the table. Everything is black for a while, but
then is see my body. I am floating upward and I see my self with people all
around me and they are trying to restart my heart. Then everything goes black
again and I "flash" into the blue room in my mind. I am dragging
myself toward the healing pool as I am hurt badly and I struggle over the
short wall and "flop" into the pool. In my mind I close my eyes and
submerge under the green bubbling water and just think "Heal yourself!
Heal yourself!" When I open my eyes again I am back in the lab. Laying on
my back on the table looking up at the ceiling again. I struggle to sit up and
the lab is now empty and I fall back on my back again. I try and swing my legs
over the edge I do and I fall off the table and hit the floor. I try to get up
but my legs cannot support me and I fall to the floor again. "GET
UP" I am saying to my self "GET UP!!! YOU F*CKING SON OF A BITCH,
STAND UP AND WALK", it was like being hit in the head with a base ball
bat when you are extremely drunk. The world is spinning, but somehow your
instinct takes over and all you want to do is get away. I head for the door as
fast as I can. Which turns out to be not very fast as I am trying to walk but
cannot, it was more of a crawl. I make it to the door, and turn down the hall
way, within moments they are all around me. Astonished that I'm first of all
alive and secondly that I have moved at all, like I am even less than a lab
rat, they stand around and start discussing me, as I'm trying to crawl with
every ounce of strength I have. I am collapsed in a ball on the floor with my
face stuck in the crack where the wall meets the floor. And as I hear them
talking I cannot help my self and I start to cry uncontrollably "PLEASE!
PLEASE! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE" I beg. And the bastard in the blue lab coat
says "get him back in the lab now!" And they pick me up and bring me
back, and strap me back onto the table. But I don't remember anything after
that.

Another time they put me in a tank of water and sealed the top, to see if I
could breath under water. The first few times I managed to escape before I
drowned to death. But then they finally got a tank that I could not break and
had a sealed top. I remember violently trying to get out but could not. I
drowned and I black out, I see my body again, as I am floating above it again.
This time they are pumping my chest trying to get the water out of my lungs. I
see my face, my eyes and my mouth are open. And again I flash to the healing
pool and flop myself in (at some point I don't know exactly when I had added a
little "handicapped" ramp to the pool so I wouldn't have as much
trouble when I had to enter the pool) but again when I opened my eyes I am
looking at the ceiling again.

I would always try to get up and try to run down the hall and they would
always tackle me before I could escape. The dimensions of how far I was
actually going were very unclear. Very blurry and hazy around the edges. It
seemed to take forever to get anywhere, and they seemed to move much faster
than I could. But each time I got a little further down the hall and I was a
little stronger when I came out of it.

I remember this happening several times. With both the water tank and the
electroshock experiments. The dying and coming back to life. Just like with
airplane to get the funding. Seeing my body and then automatically going right
to the healing pool. And the healing pool would always somehow bring me back.

They were trying to see what I was capable of doing. They were obsessed with
asking me if I could move object with my mind. If I could float in the air. If
I could make objects float in the air. What they were trying to do was to
place a suggestion in my subconscious and then see if I could do it. See if I
really believed that I could do it. Like telling me that I could breath
underwater and then locking me in a tank until I drowned and then revive me
again. Telling me that I could fly, and then push me off a ledge. Things like
that. Here is the limitation as to what I could do and what I couldn't do as
best as I can figure out. You see I had already learned as a child that humans
physically cannot breath under water, and humans physically cannot fly. I
already knew this and it was embedded too far in my thought process to be
removed. So even with their hypnosis and conditioning somewhere deep down
inside me I knew that I could not do these things. So naturally I could not do
them when they asked me to. However what they could do is "fool" my
mind. Telling me things like I had an egg in my hand and to crush it when in
reality it would be a tennis ball or a can of soda. Fooling my mind into
thinking that everything I jumped off of was only as high as a footstool.
Fooling my mind into believing that I could run as fast as a cheetah and be as
agile as a gazelle. Fooling my mind into believing that when I shot a gun I
was a computerized robot that shot with pin point accuracy.

It is more difficult for an adult to learn a foreign language than it is for a
child because the adult mind is already "structured" in may ways.
Adults already seem know the limits of their capabilities and potential, and
most NEVER strive to be anything more that what the parameters of the society
in which they belong to and have grow up in bind to them. Take for example
inner city blacks, most truly believe that they will never escape the grasp of
the getto, so most accept this as a fact and don't even try to escape through
some other avenue. Such as trying to do well in high school and trying somehow
to get into college, or by learning a trade or high paying skill, or by some
other "legal" avenue. They simply enter into a gang where the odds
of then being shot and killed is vastly higher that anywhere else. They do
this because they TRULY BELIEVE this is their fate. If you ask the average 40
or 50 year old adult if they have achieved their goals in life and what they
dreamed of becoming as a child, 95 percent would say "no". And then
you ask them "why not?? What's stopping you?" Most would give some
economic reason or they would say "I'm too old".. or "I missed
my chance!" "WHY CAN'T YOU GO AFTER YOUR DREAM!.. WHO SAYS.. THAT
YOU CANNOT DO IT! YOU ARE NEVER TOO OLD AND IT IS NEVER TOO LATE!" I say
and I believe. Life all boil's down to fear, and whether or not you really
have the courage to find out what you are really made of! That's why most
adults find themselves in a job they really aren't happy with and yet they
don't diverse into anything else, or they stay in an unhappy marriage for
years and years. Why? Because of fear! The fear of being alone, fear of making
changes, fear of taking risks, fear of failing. Earlier I had talked about how
the coaches told me that I wasn't running as fast as the 40 times indicated,
and after a while I started to believe them, and as a result I unconsciously
slowed down. This is what I mean. By the time someone becomes an adult they
have already stated to "slow down". Society has already set up the
parameters of their fate, and they have mentally accepted it. But as children,
none of these restrictive parameters apply. A young mind is like a damp sponge
ready to absorb any information you drop on it. I had already absorbed the
fact that I could not breath under water, and this fact could not be
"undone", therefore when they put me in the tank and sealed the lid,
I drowned. It would however be a very interesting experiment to see what would
happen if you took a child as a baby and raised them in a world where they did
not ever learn the "parameters" of this world. The restrictions and
the laws of physics. How would they turn out? This is basically what they are
doing, with the small oversight that they are doing it with the youth of
America, WITH the written consent of the United States Military/Government.

After each shock episode when I regained consciousness, I would try to escape.
Each time I would get a little farther down the hall, and after each time I
seemed to be a little stronger. One time as men are grabbing me I threw a few
of them off me and Adolph grabs me. I could not break his grasp, and we fell
to the ground. As he is holding me he said "Rhino, it's me, your safe,
Rhino Iím your father!" I specifically remember I said "Your not my
father, my father lives in Connecticut and get your hands off me you f*cking
asshole" and I spit right in his left eye. As we were struggling, someone
stuck me in the ass with a syringe and I blacked out.

One time I remember waking up and now in the lab are several men. I get off
the table and I am standing. They try and force me to the ground.
"NO" I scream and all of a sudden it was like I had the strength of
ten men. I threw those two to the ground and then three more grab me and I am
wrestling with them three more grabbed me. Some around my waist some around my
body and they are trying too get me to the ground. I am freaking out and
fighting back with all my might. I would throw them off me like they were the
size of 5 year olds but like ants they kept swarming on me and no matter how
many I threw off more were always on me. There were at least six guys on me
and they thought I was spent, but I had paused for that exact reason. Then in
one burst I was driving with all my might towards the man in the blue lab
coat. I got to only a few feet away when they wrestled me to the ground and
stuck me in the ass again with the syringe. Just before they stuck me, and
then after but before I blacked out again. I remember the men screaming
"hurry up.. and just stick him anywhere". Then as the drugs disabled
me to move I could still hear them for a minute or two. It was black but I
could still hear then talking and one guy said "Jesus! that was like
trying to wrestle a bull for Christ sake" and the other guy says "I
don't know about a bull but how about a Rhino."

And they all began laughing at me. The next time, as I was coming to they
stuck me within 5 seconds of me opening my eyes they stuck me with the needle
but still I managed to over power three or for guys including throwing Mr.
Green himself into the hallway wall. I got to the hallway and ran for the
door. They tackled me about 20 yards from the door to the outside and then
piled on me until they could administer another shot to me.

One time instead of trying to run down the hall I decided to hide instead. I
managed to place a chair on top of the table and then knock the ceiling panel
out of it's place. I managed to grab hold of the "I" beam and I
pulled my self up and I wrapped my self around some of the supports.
Everything was covered with about an inch of dust, but I didn't care, I held
on in the filth with all I had. I heard the alarm go off and as they could not
find me. Finally, after a long while and when they could not find me, they
reviewed the video tape because the camera was always watching me. On the film
they saw me climbing up into the ceiling and they came and got me. I began
screaming "NO MORE! PLEASE NO MORE" and they hooked me back up to
the electrodes and gave me more juice and more torture.

The next time I awoke there were six guys holding me down already and the
needle was already in my arm. I freaked out like never before and again
managed to get off the table and then the 10 man pile up commenced and they
stuck me again.

Finally they got smart and after all their resuscitation efforts failed they
would re-strap me to the table because they knew I would come back sooner or
later. When I awoke and I had these "straps" on me and I was
freaking out. All I remember is the bright ceiling lights and then shadows
would come over me and I would black out again.

I don't know how many times this happened if it was all in the same night or
if it was during different nights. As I became stronger and stronger, finally
I ripped free of the straps. I didn't rip the thick leather straps themselves,
I ripped them off from where they were connected to the table. Then when I had
my left arm free I unbuckled my right and then undid my legs. I was off the
table, the lab is empty except for that son of a bitch in the baby blue lab
coat and his assistant. His back is turned to me and I walk very quietly over
to him. I want to see the look on his face when he sees me free. I walk up
behind him, and when the son of a bitch turns around and sees me all he says
with no change in his facial expression is "What do you want?" I
instantly grab him by his throat with my left hand and with my arm that is
like a "Hydraulic vice" I crush his throat as easily and with as
much effort as it takes to crush an empty beer can. Then I let him go. He
flops around for a while like a fish out of water gasping for air holding his
throat. With in seconds he stops moving. I turn to my right and look at the
lab assistant. He sees me looking at him and drops his clipboard. The look of
fear in his eyes is unforgettable. He has short brown hair, and brown eyes. He
is about 5'-9" with a thin build. I start to walk over to him. He is
backing up as far and as fast as he can go, when he reaches the wall he looks
away from me as he is pressing his body as flat as it can go. He starts
screaming "NO! PLEASE NO" and I grab him by the shirt. He passes out
and I just drop him to the floor as I had nothing against him personally for
he was just the assistant, and I let him live. I head for the door, and turn
right into the hallway. I start running for the outer doors and I am about
half way down the hallway when about six or seven guys leap out of no where
from a connecting hallway and tackle me. I am wrestling with them, I throw
some off and some more jump on the pile. They stick me with the needle again,
and then again, and then again until I am subdued.

When I wake up I am standing in front of the body. The man with the white hair
is yelling at me. I felt like a puppy who had just gone to the bathroom on the
good rug for the first time. "WHAT IS THIS?" he yells. "WHAT
DID YOU DO? LOOK AT WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!" As he was yelling at me I didn't
feel bad about it, and I felt no shame. All I could think about was "Your
next you piece of shit and if I could move I would kill you right here you f*cking
ass-hole". They were controlling my body, but somehow inside my mind
still tried to fight on. Even though I couldn't move my body "Andy"
was still inside somewhere.

The Electric fence As the electric shock, torture, and the beatings continued,
once I got away. I woke up after seeing my body and "flashing" into
the green healing pool in my mind. I pretended to be injured (like a lame
duck) as I entered into the hallway. The men all came running at first but
then when they saw me crawling they slowed to a walk. When they were almost on
top of me, with one burst of all the energy I had, I exploded into them
knocking a few of them down and I broke free and I was by them. I ran in my
underwear for the door to the outside. I got outside and I began running
around the facility looking for a way out. I knew it was very cold outside
because I could see my breath. It was snowing and there were large patches of
snow already on the ground. As I circled the complex there was a large fence
all around the outside with large metal signs every 15 yards or so with the
skull and cross bones on it and the words "Warning Electric fence".
I was trapped, the fence was in front of me and to my back, as I turned
around, were about 10 men in a semi-circle closing in on me. I back away from
the fence and I am going to try and jump it. Adolph is in the middle of the
semi-circle and yells "Rhino! NO! DON'T DO IT!" But I was not
listening as I was like a cornered animal not thinking just looking for a way
out. So I backed up and ran at the fence. I hear the man with the white hair
yell "NO! DON'T DO IT!" but I leap for the fence anyway. The only
part of my body that touched the fence was the palms of my hands as I had
leaped up and grabbed the very top of the fence (the top row of barbed wire)
and did sort of a flip over the fence. But that was enough as I was instantly
electrocuted. I remember laying in the snow for a while, with smoke or steam
coming off my body and the smell of burnt hair in the air. I hear behind me
the men yelling "F*CK! WHY DID HE HAVE TO DO THAT", they were
actually expressing some grief that I was dead. I hear them talking and I look
ahead of me. There is nothing but open woods ahead. Something inside me says
"GET UP! GET UP YOU F*CKING SON OF A BITCH AND RUN, GET YOUR ASS UP AND
RUN! RUN YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!" I MANAGED TO GET UP but then I fell right
back on my face. The men behind the fence saw me move and now with new
puissance ran around the building and were heading for the gate. I was not
about to wait for them. I managed to get my self up and I ran with all my
might for the woods. I heard them behind me but not for very long. The next
thing I remember is running on the outer edges of the campus. I have no idea
how I got there, how I knew where I was going, or how long I was running in my
underwear in the snow. All I remember is running and saying to my self
"You can make it! almost home! you can make it". I remember people
were looking at me as I was now running across the campus. I had land marks, I
knew where I was, almost home. I make it back to the dorm room. I get to the
elevator and a bunch of girls are getting on with me. They start laughing at
me and I collapse in the corner of the elevator. I said "Please! Please
just push 4 for me." I manage to get out at the 4th floor and run for my
room. My room is of course all the way at the end of the hall way. The next to
last room located by the one-way fire door which leads to the stairs. I'm
praying that Brian is there and the door is open. The door handle turns and I
literally fall into the room. Brian is on the phone, as I fall in front of him
he says "He's here call me back" and hangs up the phone.

Brian takes one look at me and grabs the comforter off his bed and wraps it
around me as my skin is bright red and I am shaking violently from the cold.
He gets off my underwear and puts my bathrobe on my shoulders and walks me to
the showers. He puts me in the shower and turns the hot water on. I can see
the steam rising from the hot water but I cannot feel anything on my skin.
"DON'T F*CKING MOVE FROM THAT STALL" he yells at me, and he leaves.
I must have stood in that shower for hours, until finally I got some feeling
back in my skin and my fingers were getting puny. I am still in some sort of
shock as I put my robe on and try and head for my room. When I get to my door
I hear arguing going on inside. I hear Brian yelling "WHAT THE F*CK DID
YOU DO TO HIM" and then I hear Mr. Green's voice answer "THAT'S NONE
OF YOU BUSINESS" and I open the door and see Brian, Mr. Green, Adolph,
and a few other guys all in my room, and I just black out.

I wake up and I am in my bunk bed, I look over the side and Brian is at the
door talking to Mr. Green, he sees me and yells at me to "Go back to
sleep! This is all a bad dream", he then says a more few words to Mr.
Green and closes the door. I am still looking at him and he yells again
"I SAID GO BACK TO F*CKING SLEEP! THIS IS ALL A BAD DREAM!" I fall
asleep and wake up the next morning having had a horrific nightmare. But I can
hardly move as I have a very bad cold. Flu like symptoms but by that night
they were gone again and I felt fine.

Back in the dorm Meanwhile what is happening back in the dorm room and during
school while all this is going on? I remember strange things happening in my
normal life during school. My high school sweet heart "Dawn" had
gone to a different college so I was not that interested in meeting different
girls anyway as I was loyal to her and her alone. But all the girls as well as
most of the people I knew thought I was the biggest ass-hole because I didn't
talk much to anyone. During classes, in the hallways, at parties or anywhere.
The only people I had spoken to were the football players and the coaches.
This was my "world" as far as walking to and from classes I always
had my Walkman on. People made jokes that they thought it was
"glued" to my head.

On the football team, I earned a starting spot on the best team Rochester had
had in their 100 years of having a football team. As suddenly as I had earned
the starting spot, the next week the coaches told me that I was no longer
going to be the starter and I was benched. I go in as to ask why, and then my
coach, coach Marz tells me that there are "other forces at work" and
he has this glazed look in his eyes like he wants to tell me something but he
cannot. Looking back I think they wanted to keep me as quite as possible. In
other words, the last thing they wanted me to do is go off and be a great
football star, with news papers and the media. So I think they went to the
coaches and told them not to play me, to bench me because they could not take
the chance of my face getting on the news.

During parents weekend freshmen year my father came up for the event. During
one of the evenings the school had hired a "Stage Hypnotist" for a
show after dinner. In the main cafeteria they had set up chairs probably over
to 2000 seats. The hypnotist asks for volunteers to be in the show and he
starts picking people out of the audience to come up and be hypnotized. I am
waving my hand like crazy and the guy picks some people who are right near me
and passes me by. I say "fuck this I'm going up there anyway"
because I really wanted to do this for some reason.

So I join the pack of people that are heading up toward the stage (because he
is selecting about 30 people to go up). I get all the way up to the stage and
sit in one of the fold out chairs they have on stage. He then is about to
start the show when a man in a Green army uniform then comes over to the side
of the stage and tell the stage hypnotist that I cannot participate. And the
guy tells me that I must go back to my seat. I remember being humiliated as I
had to walk all the way back to my seat in front of the crowd. As I was
walking back I start yelling "THEY DON'T WANT ME." I say. During the
whole show I'm very pissed off. After the show I remember going up to the
performer and telling him that "I am a victim of a government hypnosis
mind control experiment and can he help me?" My father is right there for
all of this. The hypnotist then asks me "Who is doing this to you?"
and I point to the two men leaning up against the wall (it's Mr. Green and the
man with the white hair, Adolph), then he did something, either brought out
his watch on a string or said something to me and zap I am under his spell. I
remember introducing my father to both Adolph and Mr. Green, we were right
there in the cafeteria against the wall then they made us follow them into a
more quite place. There I think they made my father forget the whole incident
and made me shut the hell up. To this day when I ask my father about the stage
hypnotist at parents weekend freshmen year he vaguely remembers the event,
being there, but that's it. Nothing about meeting the men against the wall and
nothing about going to a more secure place to erase his memory.

I remember walking back to my room from practice one day and a kid, a skinny
kid (about 180 pounds), comes up to me in front of my dorm room and says
"Your Andy Pero right?" and I say "Yes". Then he says
"You live with Brian XXXXXX from irondiquite right?" and I say
"YES". Then he says "I DON'T KNOW WHO THE HELL YOUR ROOMATE IS
BUT I'M BRIAN XXXXXX FROM IRONDIQUITE!" I say "don't be ridicules
you don't look anything like Brian XXXXXX from Irondiquite." I go inside
and tell my roommate Brian "Hey Brian some kid out in the parking lot
says he is you" and I start laughing. He says what kid, and I point at
him through the window. My roommate runs out the door and goes out to talk to
the kid. I never saw that kid again.

I remember Mrs. Purrizzo and the woman with the black hair coming up to
Rochester several times and wanting me to take her and her friend to a hotel
room. I told her that I could not because I already had a girl friend, and
that it wouldn't be right and because I wouldn't want it done to me. She said
that I was more addictive then pure cocaine, and she is addicted. She must
have me. Again I told her no. Her and her friend came up 3 or 4 times. I let
them buy me dinner once, but that was it. Once after I had shot them down,
they met some of the seniors on the football team out at a local bar and had
made it with them, and I heard about it. They gave me a lot of shit about it
because I must have been crazy because these women were beautiful. So why did
I shoot them down? They kept asking me and I would just tell them that it was
a long story.

One of the most disturbing memories I have about school is I remember people
coming forward to try and help me. I remember a physics professor coming up to
me and talking to me about what the were doing to me. How he had figured out
the jump in Wilson Commons should have for all intents and purposes killed me.
How I was going close to 32 feet sec/sec. And how the military probably was
having me jump off high things and out of planes. And he asked if he was
right. Then he told me not to tell anyone but they were organizing a case
against the government.

What Adolph had done to me was to instructed me that if ANYONE started asking
ANY questions that I would immediately report this back to him with all the
names, and details of the questions and what was said during the whole
conversation. I couldn't control my self. I couldn't NOT tell him, I had no
control. So everyone that tried to help me I turned them in, and ratted them
out. I remember the physics professor disappearing. I remember the dean and a
few others trying to help me, and then I ratted them out as well.

I remember running across campus. As soon as I would see them coming for me, I
would just start running. I would just take off and as I ran in between people
some would yell "RUN ANDY RUN." I remember jumping over things and
off ledges as they chased me. The thing is I would always run home, I would
run home to Brian.

Second semester (after Christmas break and after Hell week in my fraternity)
about mid February Brian starts me on Steroids. He convinces me that it's the
best thing for me and I go along with it without any argument. He is a steroid
guru and starts to explain all the different options I have. I tell him that I
didn't know that much about it, so he tries to explain the different injection
options. Where you can take straight testosterone or what's better is to take
a "cocktail" of different drugs to have maximum effect. I tell him
that I want just the straight testosterone but he gets me the cocktail anyway.
I object but seem to have no choice but to go along with it. Next he tells me
you should "stack" your cycle. What this means is that along with
the injections you should also take an oral steroid as well on top of you
injection. The way he explained it was that the injection was going to be for
"bulk" and the oral was to "cut you up" (to give your
muscles definition at the same time). And of course I go along with the pills
as well as the needle.

A "normal" cycle of steroids consists of taking the drugs for an
eight week cycle. Then if you want to continue you need to take eight weeks
off. And then repeat the cycle. A normal cycle of testosterone consists of 1
cc per week for eight weeks. My cycle consisted of 1 cc the first week, 1 1/2
cc's the second weeK. 2 cc's the third week, 2 1/2 cc's the four week, 3 cc's
the 5th and 6th week, then 2 cc's the 7th week and finally 1 cc the 8th wee.
The pills were very small and they were pink. The needles were 1 1/2 inches
long used for deep muscle injection, what the liquid they were injecting me
with was I have no idea. The little pink pills I didn't think could do much
for me, I was supposed to take two per day, I was taking two per hour, and
then when mine ran out I started stealing Brian's. By the end of my sixth week
my muscles had grown so much and they were so tight that the needle would not
go through my skin. It was like trying to put a needle into wood, and that was
with the muscle in my leg being relaxed. I was also having severe chest pains.
My heart felt like it was going to explode so I never finished the steroid
cycle. The massive steroid doses is just about the time I was being pushed out
of the airplanes. So for some reason Brian gets on my case about not finishing
the steroid cycle. "Dude finish your cycle! you have got to finish your
cycle!. And don't masturbate so much" he tells me. How would he know what
I do, he was never there when I gave my self the injection or if I
masturbated. They must have a camera in my room. I remember searching the room
and finding a camera in the light where they had been watching me. As soon as
I found the camera some men came pounding on my door and that's all I
remember.

I remember Brian and his girlfriend Gwen. The first eight weeks of the second
semester Brian was never there. I had the room to my self. Totally by my self.
The second eight weeks Gwen had moved in. She was always there and let me tell
you this was annoying. Gwen made several passes at me, and I turned her down
every time. After the school year was almost over Brian and Gwen sit me down
and he tells me "Dude, this is going to blow your mind, but we are not
really boyfriend and girlfriend." "What do you mean?" I ask.
"We have been assigned together, and we have been watching you."
"Who has been watching me?" I ask. "The people we work
for" he says. "Which is who" I ask. He says "Dude who do
you think runs the country". "The government" I answer. They
both start laughing, "Dude are you ignorant enough to believe that the
country is really run by the government! The country is really run by special
interests groups, very very powerful groups and they want you to be a part of
their group. They want to bring you into their family!" When I heard that
my head started to spin and I blacked out. After I came around, I went for a
walk. My head was still spinning, I didn't know what to do, when I went back
to my room the man with the white hair was there, I tried to run but he said
the "magic" word and I was helpless to move, and I forgot all about
it for years.

I also remember being in a trial, being on the witness stand. I am talking but
I don't know what is coming out of my mouth. People start screaming at me as I
am talking but I don't know what I am saying. They are yelling "he is
brainwashed". It was the trial of the girl who was killed when they were
chasing me across campus. The next time on the stand a man stands up all by
himself and "whacks" two blocks of wood together. I snap out of it
and the crowd is going crazy. I believed it was the trial of the girl and they
made me say that the girl was killed in the name of "national
security". When the man whacked the blocks together the man with the
white hair quickly gets me off the stand and gets me out of there. That's all
I remember, the man with the two blocks, and people starting to scream when
they heard what was coming out of my mouth.

I think all of my friends as well as the whole campus thought that I was
working for the FBI or something.

The Big tank- Back at the Big lab the experiments that followed were on a much
higher scale of sophistication compared to when we first started. I believe
that this is about the time they were giving me the massive steroid
injections. One of the first things they did to me was they brought me into
another room. There is this huge tub of water. Approximately 7 feet deep
(because I could not touch) and about 7 feet across (like a huge square). They
bring me up to the platform, and the man with the white hair tells me I'm
going to take a swim. He tells me to strip down to my underwear and then
instructs me that the water is the same temperature as "a nice warm hot
bath." I get in and spend hours splashing around and actually enjoying
it. I know it had to be hours because there were at least 10 people or so
watching me for the first few minutes or so. I'm a "pool hound" to
begin with so naturally I'm hamming it up, splashing around, doing some short
laps etc. Every time I grabbed the side of the tub they got very upset (by
they I mean everyone who was watching me would yell out all at once
"DON'T TOUCH THE SIDE"). OK I said. Why? I ask. "Because we are
trying to see how long you can tread water" they answered.
"OK", I answered and continued to play in the tub, it was like a
game to me. After a while the people started to filter out, and after a very
long while they were all gone except one guy in the baby blue lab coat. He was
sitting all the way against the back far wall leaning his chair up against the
wall. He says to me "I'll be right back." "Where are you
going?" I ask. "To get a sandwich, I'll be right back and don't you
f*cking move." He leaves and now I am alone. Now minutes seem like hours
as I am alone treading water in this huge steel "can" and I look at
my hands and they are all "pruny" so I say to my self "screw
this" and I get out of the tub. I walk around the lab and nothing
interests me, so then I walk into the hallway. Some one sees me and screams at
me "why are you out of the tub?" and all of a sudden people start
running towards me from everywhere. "I'm bored, can you get me a raft of
something" I ask. Adolph starts half yelling and half laughing at me and
I get back in again. They bring me one of those "kick boards" which
you see at the YMCA during swim class which are in the shape of a tombstone. I
ask for two and a football.

They ask me why and I tell them "so I can sit on the boards and have a
catch with someone." They produce the second kick board within a few
minutes. The football came sometime later (which seemed to be an eternity to
me). It was one of those orange nerf footballs. I specifically remember this
because I was having a catch with one of the men from the man with the white
hair's group. I'm bobbing on the water with the two kicking boards stacked,
and squeezed between my legs as I sit on them. To get more leverage, I would
grab the edge of the tub with my right hand and throw with my left as I am
left handed. After a while I became bored again. So, as a joke, I dunked the
nerf ball in the nice warm bath water and I threw it to the guy I was having a
catch with. He was only ten or fifteen yards away but I threw it as hard as I
could. It was a perfect spiral and I hit him right in the chest. The thing is,
it knocked him right onto his back and the other men who were watching all
began laughing. The laughter continued for a few seconds but then when he
didn't get up the laughter stopped and they all went over to him. He
eventually got up, but the other men basically had to carry him into the
hallway. I could tell that he was going to be all right but he was hurting.
That was the end of the football and the end of my kick boards. I had to tread
water for quite a while longer after that, the atmosphere had gone from very
festive to very serious.

The thing is when they finally pulled me out of the tub, my skin was as red as
a ripe tomato, and as they rubbed me down with towels I couldn't feel them. I
couldn't feel anything touching my skin. My penis had shrunk so much I had to
check to make sure it was still there. I believe that the water was not hot
but very cold and they were trying to see how long my body could overcome
hypothermia using only the power of suggestion in the mind. I have no idea how
cold the water actually was, or how long I was actually in the tub but I can
be sure that it was hours.

After they dried me off they made me do jumping jacks and pushups down on the
floor. As I'm doing my pushups I hear a noise over my right shoulder, one of
Adolph's men was picking up the towels they had just dried me off with, and
tripped or slipped on something and I watched him fall in the tub with my
right eye. I heard everybody running behind me. After a few seconds I hear the
man with the white hair yelling at me to get my ass up there. I stop doing my
pushups and hurry up the ladder. When I get to the top, I recognized the guy
in the water, he was one of the more likable guys out of the original group.
When I see it's him, I start laughing my ass off and I said something stupid
like "how's the water" but everyone around me is VERY serious and
they are frantically trying to get the man to grab the end of a broom handle.
This guy was a big and burly guy (over 6'-2" and at least 250 pounds).
Yet I watched as he could barley close his hand around the broom handle. He
was fully clothed and was wearing a heavy dark wool overcoat. They manage to
get him over to the edge but there was no foothold or leverage to pull him in
and they could not get him out of the water. They tried several times, but the
man could not move his arms at all to help them. The man with the white hair
now jumps in and tries to lift him out of the water with one hand while
holding onto the edge with the other to no avail. He yells at me to jump in.
So I do, I try and pull him up as Adolph is doing on the other side and again
this doesn't work. So I did the only thing left. I took a deep breath and went
to the bottom feet first and came up under the guy who had fell in. With my
knees bent and my hands above my head I grab the guy's butt and push off the
bottom with my feet locking my arms above me. By doing this I managed to throw
him far enough out of the water to where they grabbed him and pulled him out.
I repeated this with Adolph, and then just got out myself just like I was
getting out of the deep end of a swimming pool. I stood up and watched, but as
I watched I became very confused as they frantically cut the man in the over
coat's clothing off and they were wrapping him in blankets as fast as they
could get them. His face was expressionless, his eyes were wide open but
didn't move, and his skin was very very pale. They had some trouble getting
him down the ladder, but they managed and they put him right onto a stretcher
and wheeled him quickly out of the room and into the hallway. The man with the
white hair wrapped a blanket around his shoulders and started yelling at
everyone. This all happened in under two minutes, the man was in the water for
probably about one, maybe less. I just stood there and hoped he didn't yell at
me again (I had already screwed up twice, the football and getting out of the
pool without permission). Everyone starts to pat me on the back and tells me
what a great job I did. But now I was even more confused? How come he couldn't
get out of the pool? Why did his face look like that? Why is my skin red and
his is white? What did I do that was so good? I just pushed him out of the
pool.

Looking back I don't know why I remember this event so clearly. Maybe it is
because it has the least amount of pain, or because it was early on in my
development, or maybe it is because afterwards they made me feel special for
some reason. I don't know, but that's why I believe that the water was very
cold and not the temperature of a luke warm bath.

Make a red dot the size of a half dollar- One of the very next things they did
was to instruct me in the art of shooting guns. When they brought me from my
dorm room I entered the lab but this time they bring me to a different part of
the lab. To a place I had never been before. This place is like a long narrow
warehouse with the back of the room lined with sand bags about 2/3 of the way
up to the ceiling at the far end. I am standing by my self. There is a group
of people standing off to my left. Adolph comes over to me and turns me to
face him. "Listen to me very carefully," he says. "This is very
very important! Do you understand?" he asks. I think I nodded my head.
"We are going to work on your shooting skills today" he said.
"Here is what you are going to do. Look at me and focus. Are you
focused?" he says as his voice raises. "Yes" I say. "When
you shoot, you shoot to kill! Repeat it!" he said. And I repeated it.
"When you see a target, you will envision two round circles each the size
of a half dollar. They are glowing neon red. These two circles are going to
appear on every target. One will be in the middle of the targets forehead and
the other will be right in the upper middle of his chest. WHEN YOU FIRE, YOU
WILL ENVISION IN YOUR MIND, ZOOMING IN TO THESE TARGETS LIKE THE WORLDS MOST
POWERFUL TELEPHOTO LENS. IN YOUR MIND THAT LITTLE RED GLOWING TARGET WILL
BECOME THE SIZE OF A STOP SIGN. NO MATTER HOW FAR AWAY THEY ARE. IT WILL
ALWAYS BE AS EASY TO HIT THE EXACT CENTER OF THE TARGET, JUST AS IF YOU WERE
SHOOTING A STOP SIGN STANDING TWO FEET IN FRONT OF IT. IN YOUR MIND, YOU WILL
ADJUST FOR WIND AND DISTANCE AUTOMATICALLY. WHEN YOU SHOOT YOU WILL NOT THINK,
YOU WILL JUST DO! DO YOU UNDERSTAND! DO YOU UNDERSTAND! DO YOU
UNDERSTAND!" he said. I SAID "YES I UNNDERSTAND".

One of the other lab guys whom I had never talked to before then comes up from
behind me somewhere and he is holding a case. He places the case on this round
wooden table and opens it. There are six different pistols in it. He asked me
to look at him and not the pistols. He then asks me "if I had ever shot a
gun before." I said "once at sleep away camp when I was little"
he asked me if I knew the caliber and I said "yes, it was a .22 caliber
rifle" and I remember hearing laughter, it seemed to be from all over the
room. He then said to "focus your eyes on me, always your eyes are on
me". He then asked me if I had ever shot a pistol before and I replied
"no". He then told me that he was going to instruct me how to handle
a gun, how to load it, how to clean it, how each one is different and what
there different characteristics are, and he went on and on. At the end he said
"you will remember everything I say and it will become like second nature
to you, you will know it like the back of your hand". He then picked up
the first pistol and for the next few hours (I presume it was hours) he spent
showing me all the guns. Taking apart all the guns, and putting them back
together. How to load them. How to clean them. How each one was different
etc..etc.. I specifically remember this because after I did it once, I knew
each gun like the back of my hand. They on the other hand were quite insistant
that I disassemble and then reassemble every gun at LEAST 25 times. After
about three or four "assemblies" I spoke out and said "this is
a waste of time, when can I shoot?" and then like one voice every one in
the room started yelling at me. All basically saying the same thing, that your
gun is your life and that all this is very very very important. I got the
message and said "well test me". Someone, I think it was Mr. Greení\'s
voice says "all right, we'll test you smart-ass" and they made me
turn around. I hear them working. When I turn back around all six guns are
disassembled and are in a big pile in the middle of the round table. The man
with the white hair says to me you have exactly something something minutes to
reassemble all the weapons. I really wasn't listening to him. The moment I had
turned around and saw the pile of parts I knew what they wanted me to do. I
was like a kid in a candy store. Excited at the new challenge, and ready to
show them just what I could do, it was all like a game to me. Me against them
and they don't think I can do it. As the man with the white hair finished
speaking the words I really wasn't hearing. He said "ready" and I
look at him and he has a stop watch, to the left of him is Mr. Green standing
there with his arms crossed with this shit eating grin on his face. I remember
thinking to my self "watch this you son of a bitch" and Adolph says
"go." And I rush over to the table. Let me tell you every piece that
I touched I instantly knew EXACTLY what gun it went to, how it was used, what
purpose it served the weapon and how to clean it. I instantly knew everything
and every word the instructor had told me about that piece.

I have no idea how fast I assembled those six pistols. I was so focused on the
task I had no idea about anything else around me. How much time had gone by,
where I was, nothing. I was going very fast and when I finished and slammed
the last pistol to the table and yelled "done". As I looked up they
all had this blank stare and mouth open look to them. Mr. Green says "do
it again" and I did it two more times. Then the man with the white hair
and black leather coat goes behind me and takes apart one of the guns and
holds it in front of me and instructs me to tell in detail what gun this part
goes to and what it is used for. I would then tell every detail word for word
exactly as the instructor in the blue lab coat told me. After three or four
parts Adolph is now strutting around like a proud peacock. He praised me and
made me feel good about my self, and I said with a very cocky attitude
"now can I shoot" as I looked at Mr. Green. Mr. Green breaks a smile
and says "Shit!! let him shoot".